By Unchained
Date: 2001 Aug 13
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Watching from Center Court


I see the game
you play
he plays
and wonder
if you ever notice
that he always wins.

I see you
waiting by your window
near the phone
days on end
and trudging
back and forth
to work and home
without a word
from him.

Then suddenly
it's late
Friday night
or Saturday night
or any night
he doesn't have
something
or someone
better to do
and once again
you are there for him
with open heart
and open arms
and open door
until he closes it
on his way out
in the morning.

You straighten the sheets
and bathe
and maybe cry
on the third or fourth day
from waiting.

And I wonder
why we are cursed
this way.
You
with the need of someone
of wants only you
and loves you beyond reason
and treats you
as the one matchless, priceless
wonder of existance
and me
with the exquisite pain
of being able to see
perfection in my life
what you are
and what you mean
to me
and watching him
a dog among the roses.

I hear his knock
and your answering feet.
The game begins again.